Page 16 of Wild Thing
Another swig of gin and tonic for Brax.
Another sip of wine for me.
“Enough about me,” he said. “I want to know about you. How’s life?”
I considered how much I was going to tell him. My thoughts briefly drifted to Zack, but ultimately I decided not to bring him up. I sighed and wondered how much word vomit I was about to experience.
"After we broke up, I moved to London and worked at an architecture firm there. I traveled a lot, saw a fair bit of Europe. I had the time of my life actually,” I smiled, recalling all of the fun Taylor and I had. “After fourteen months, I came home to work at Gellar and Summers in White Point. I’ve been there ever since.”
“The time of your life, huh? Tell me about it.”
“Well, it was a while ago now…” I replied, running my fingers through my long dark hair and hooking my legs around the bar stool. “What do you want to know?”
I sure as shit wasn’t going to tell him about the dirty weekend I had with a Spanish man who didn’t speak a word of English.
Brax’s voice darkened, along with the color of his eyes.
“Tell me what I missed out on.”
“You missed out on everything, Brax.”
I wasn't sure when I grew balls, but there I was, being all witty and flirty. It was liquid courage, of course. Drinking had always made me lose rational thought. In an instant, I could become braver, bullish and most definitely bolder.
A real vixen.
And this is where I make bad decisions.
At this point in our chance meeting, my mind was restless and my legs impatient, thanks to the thoughts that were running through my head since Brax walked into the bar. Thoughts that I most definitely shouldn’t have been having, let alone entertaining.
Like how I craved his mouth on mine.
Or how my body ached to straddle this dark lord of a man and give him the ride of his life, while he gave me the time of mine.
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We ordered another round.
By this point, our conversation was free-flowing, flirtatious and familiar. It had gotten dark outside. It must have been nearing dusk, but it was hard to tell with the rain pelting on the windows.
The butterflies pooled in my stomach as I admitted to myself how deeply attracted I was to him. Even after all those years. That feverish energy between us was very much alive and well.
Brax kept looking at my tits.
His gaze would drop down to my cleavage, which was impressive in my black bodysuit. The fullness of my breasts wereclearly visible with my gold all seeing eye necklace hanging down low, right in the line of my cleavage.
“That’s a nice necklace,” Brax remarked when I caught him staring at my tits. "Looks good on you."
We both knew he wasn't referring to my necklace.
I fingered the jewellery and coyly thanked him with my eyes, dragging my finger across my chest. He was purposefully making me feel desired, and I was allowing him to. I hadn't felt that feeling in a long time and I was fucking loving it.
But the blissful, buzzed bubble I had been in popped when I spied Steven, the arrogant asshole from my team, walk into the bar and head straight towards me. I'd already given Brax an overview on Steven earlier when I went into detail about what it was like to work at Gellar and Summers.
"This is that asshole I was telling you about," I warned Brax. I'd lifted my wine glass to my lips so Steven couldn’t see or hear the disdain in my voice.
“Hey!” Steven exclaimed, squeezing in between us. He draped one of his arms across the back of my bar stool. “How’s it going? How great is this hotel?”
